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U.S. President Donald Trump's administration is redirecting anti-drone equipment earmarked for Ukraine to its own troops based in the Middle East. The decision comes as Russia has intensified its drone attacks in recent months, targeting cities across Ukraine. President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”
A friend in need is a friend indeed
To end the war at any cost
Make sure that Ukraine has lost
How can you do this, Mr. Trump?
My throat now has a lump
You keep on playing Russian tune
So dear to the Kremlin goon
Give in, give up, “no cards to play”
To push, to cut, forego, betray
I fail to wrap my aching brain
Around children being slain
The ruins, pain and desperation
Knife in the back and no salvation
Forsake Ukraine’s bravest souls
Somehow it meets our foreign goals
Let Russia win, you're “Putin’s friend”
Is this how war is going to end?
Don’t kid yourself, the ugly beast
To take the West and North and East
Oh, why, but why you make us act
As if your soul has been hacked?
I have no clue what drives White House
From where I stand, Trump looks like louse
Ukraine shall win, of this I’m sure
With or without us, and endure
Jun 5, 2025
Wednesday's rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursday's forecast brought no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.
Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest winds and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes make eyes and nose runny,
Like to vacation in the Isle of Cape Verdi.
Today's wind is northerly and bitter cold,
Bringing a chance of snow, though slight;
Even yesterday's seventy was foretold,
But morning's twenty-eight is no delight.
Twixt me and Kansas, not much but fences,
To have slowing effect on this north wind;
I'll say I'm thrilled under false pretenses,
It has its bite when your blood is thinned.
Friday brings with it another high at fifty,
With northwest wind blowing around ten;
Turning south/southeast becoming shifty,
Saturday its back to the northwest again.
For Sunday's weather I have no clue,
May be hot and raining or sleet and snow;
It's too deep for my mind to construe,
Oklahoma weather, one can never know.
If I long for days both calm and sunny,
And today's cold weather seems strange;
I just remember life is so unlike honey,
And wait a short while for it to change.
Vaguely the morning descends on my head's heavy boulder,
stabbing the night away, like a rude intruder, and
vaguely, I stare in the mirror at the stranger staring at me.
You were once a familiar face and we shall have friendly chat again,
whenever you feel lonely and depressed. Of the noise outside,
I have no clue, there's probably a preacher pretending we're civilized.
I would be late for work now if I had a job and worried about the next pay check.
Vaguely I remember the good old days, when we burnt half those checks in happy hours, and the handsome tips I left behind. Now I live on memory alone.
Vaguely I shake my head for a nod to life and being here now without despair.
I am vaguely aware of death lurking outside the window, counting my days ahead, like a patient highway patrol bored with inaction. Crap, move to the side and show me your double, need someone to talk straight, without an accent, a certified copy. And where is the damn matches to light this cigarette? I must do something meaningful with my life, without any delay, before it is too late, for what? Vaguely I ask myself, knowing time is not on my side, only under my feet, like a suffocating crocodile that once groped my jaw and then spitted me away as too tasteless.
I wander too far
I wander too far like a freeway car
I wish upon a star
To be where you are
The sky is blue
Wondering
If you're thinking of me
I have no clue
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you
And I wish upon a moon
To see you soon, to see you soon
I wish you'd understand
Where I stand
Where I stand
Where I stand...
Can't wait to see you soon
My maroon moon...maroon moon...
And I wish upon a moon
And I, And I wish upon a moon
I wish upon a moon
To see you soon
Before the afternoon
I want to hear your tune
I wander too far
I wander too far like a shooting star
I wish for your scar
To heal up to the highest bar
I wander…
I wander off away from you
I ponder…
I ponder about you and the things you do
Royalty wears off way too easily
Loyalty remains remarkably…heartfelt with glee
I’m like a lake
For sorrow’s sake
I’m like a river
Swimming like whatever
I’m like an ocean
Feeling bizarre emotion
I wander too far
I wander too far in a utopia from afar
I wish upon a moon
To see you real soon
I wish upon a moon
To relieve the gloom
And leave some room
For happiness to be in full bloom
Sheep And Cattle
The government issued citations today
My sheep and cattle are not welcome into town no more
They must wear diapers in the fields
And not allowed outside on Sundays
No more grain or grass for them, the complaint read
No more manure
It is a matter of manners
Sheep can be used exclusively for stews
Cattle must become hamburgers and wear brown shoes
No more farting in the meadows
My animals give off gases which is against the laws of nature
Destroying the ozone levels in the process
Offending the atmosphere
I have no clue who creates these laws
Politicians with nothing better to do
Someone needs to remove their heads from their posterior
Or my animals will stop producing food
I search, I ponder, but to no avail,
I march to the tune, my vessel doth sail.
Up, down, all around, from here to thither,
From warm to hot, from cold to shiver.
Vanity of vanities, all is vain,
Full of labor, is there no sanity.
Some are crooked, some are straight,
Some are round, left to its own fate.
From riches to rags, from rags to riches,
From dull to wise, only others to cliche's.
No profit, no profit, what am I to do?
From man's store house of wisdom, I have no clue.
I yearned; I cried, there must be some peace,
A glitter of light, I laid out a fleece.
My plea dear God, show me the way,
Amity came near, God made my day!
When she asked me…
"How are you?"
I pretended, I didn't hear
Then I asked…
"What's new?"
She looked at me
And with a smile, she replied…
"I have no clue!"
I talked to myself…
Should I be honest and tell her?
Could I say what I feel?
Would she listen?
Would this heal?
I couldn't describe how tough my soreness was
I couldn't describe how painful my Radiotherapy was
I couldn't count how many shots I have per day
I couldn't name the pills I took that day
One, two, three, hmm
I couldn't remember most of them
But I could spell!
T R A M A D O L
M O R P H I N E
A D R I A M Y C I N
And other types; cure and kill!
I lost my hair
My skin is fair
My smiles are rare
Still, I'm strong since she is here!
Oh, please!
Don't ask… No!
I won't say that I'm weak
I won't say my mood is bleak
But, I will let my eyes speak
Once again, She looked at me
"How are you?"
"!!!????!!!!"
I replied… "Just fine, like you"
She laughed,
I wondered!
Then she said… "We'll be late,
Let's have our Chemotherapy"
I was puzzled, I was shocked!
CANCER?
"Yes"; was her answer
We were two!
Two perfect actresses
In the same boat!
Blackmatta~
* The poem is published here, too: http://www.breastcancerdiy.com/readpoetry.htm
TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC
Everything around was going peacefully and fine
until a new family occupied the flat above mine.
The cacophony at the day time is rather tolerable,
but the noise that rattled the night is unbearable.
When it’s time for me to sleep every single night
their nocturnal activities begin, imagine my plight.
Tables and chairs make unending creaking crawl,
heavy footsteps on floor, the ceiling seems to fall.
The broken sleep tortured takes a fatigued flight
leaving me anguished ranting on pillow whole night.
Repeated requests haven’t yet yielded any result,
being insomniac, I’m falsely told, isn’t theirs, my fault.
After nightly torment I’m in so much of mental strain,
it’s a matter of time when sleep starved I’ll go insane.
I don’t know what I should do now, I have no clue,
would anybody care to advise me if I should sue.
December 26, 2018
I’m on my way to the big time,
But first, a road trip with my friend.
We’ll drive through the desert, rain or shine
And make memories that’ll last ‘til the end.
I know exactly where I’m headed,
Straight to the city of Dallas.
Change is what I’ve always dreaded,
But my new life begins in Texas.
I have no clue what to expect,
But I am very excited.
If I make the squad, I’ll earn respect,
But first, I have to be invited.
It isn’t even a dream of my own,
To be a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
I’d rather just stop in San Antone,
Where my friend will, and stay with her.
I guess I’ll give it one real shot
Because someone (I can’t name) insists.
He just thinks the other girls are hot.
Oh, what the hell – his name is Chris!
Well, now you know my little story.
It’s a tale I’ll tell again and again.
I can’t wait to make some memories
With Michelle, my very best friend.
The empty bottles strewn all around
Explain the pain inside my head
As I wake up on the pulled out couch
That doubles as my bed
I don't recognize the feet
That are passed out by my face
I suspect they belong to the women's clothes
That are scattered about the place
The cable box displays three o'clock
I don't know if that's day or night
The pantyhose tied around my wrists
Are starting to feel a bit too tight
The spot on the ceiling spins in circles
There's **** playing on my TV
There's a guy eating cereal at the kitchen table
I have no clue who he might be
There's a slice of pizza sliding down the wall
An unlit bong drips on the floor
Two midgets wearing only sumo thongs
Just walked out the open door
There are lipstick drawings all over my body
A tattoo where yesterday there was none
The question that keeps spinning inside my head
Is, "Oh my God, what have you done?"
The naked lady sits up beside me
I am so relieved she looks just fine
She says, "That was fun, can we do it again?"
Sure. What the heck. What's one more time?